"Samantha gulped. "Well I want to be your slave." One look at my puzzled face she hastily went on. "I don't mean just some kinky sex.. though thats ni...e too.." she laughed nervously "No I mean I want to be subject to your wills and desires in all of your life. To be a servant to meet those whether its the hoovering or getting my arsehole fucked." She laughed again blushing at her words. I nodded. "And for how long? Til your bored? The fun wears off?" You misunderstand!" Samantha said fiercely. As a senior accounts manager Kathy was usually the last one to leave the office. She usually got off around five-thirty to five forty-five. She was going to come to my office and when I finished up we would go home from there. It was a little after six and just starting to get dark and Kathy was standing on the corner of Fourth and Sherman trying to make up her mind as to whether she should flag down a cab or take the bus when a late model Caddy slowed to a stop next to the curb. The passenger. Alexa was pretty much like me, hating to live out of suitcases, I would always unpack my bag, even if only staying overnight. Since the room was so beautiful, so elegant, we did not want to spoil it by us having clothes strewn everywhere.“Will, do you feel like some lunch?” she asked me.“Hold my arm and feel, and see if that feels like lunch,” I said, being silly.“Hmmm, there’s something other than your arm that I might prefer to eat,” she replied. “That can wait until this afternoon though.”We. And that includes his work. He works so hard that sometimes he would forget to eat unless I threaten to unplug one of his machines. Until he comes back, may I offer you a drink?" That would be nice," I said, more than a little surprised. "Thank you."She walked over to a console and pressed some buttons. In a few seconds it produced a wonderfully tart lemonade."Shall we sit in the park?" she asked."Thanks, but maybe you noticed the legs." Yes, when Father and I returned you to bed. But that is.